Yo, do you feel that funk?
Yo, it’s potent stuff.
I ain’t usually condoning drugs
But it’s so good it’ll open up
And free your mind of the shackles of society, son
Mans it’s so much pop makes me burp a lot
Makes me wonder if music’s even worth a shot
Cuz I can never seem to figure what on earth is hot
But I guess we’ll see if I can earn a spot
As a G.O.A.T. Of MCing
Greatest of All Time be it
MCing
Producing
Or just a human being
So I, I continue to pursue what I believe in
Which is throwing up dope bars that are sicker than bulimics
Now listen up I got the rhymes that are most clever
Step to me, son, c’mon you should know better
Cuz I can shred you up like cheddar
Without breaking a sweat, kid
I eat rappers like you for breakfast
With a side of milk
Gotta make sure I’m strong when it’s time to kill
Mama took me to the doc cuz I was kinda ill
And the docs diagnosis said that the cause is my rhyming skill
It’s inside me still
to this day
But I’m ok
It just takes over when I play
Like a bandit taking my disadvantage for his advantage
Causing damage on the planet wreaking havoc and panic
Like “God, damnit”


Where am I going with this?
Man, my minds racing in an oval and shit
Probably cuz it’s dope like smoking a spliff
So be careful when you’re toking this shit
C’mon it’s like
Wait, where am I going with this?
Man, my minds racing in an oval and shit
Probably cuz it’s dope like smoking a spliff
So be careful when you’re toking this shit


Now crowds go crazy whenever I hit the stage
No ones been able to do it like us in decades
Killing careers left and right every which way
You’ll be gone in 60 seconds like Nicholas Cage
I just can’t explain the way these thangs
Just happen it’s like magic, David Blane
Apollo Bebop
You know we got the waves of flames
The dynamic crew bringing all these lames to shame
So brave your brains for impact
Get mind fucked on this track
You’re wick wack
Step to me and lyrically get bitch slapped
Don’t get mad
Cuz I’m better than you in everything that
You do
Yes it’s true
Listen, dude
You should sit back
And let the professionals handle this
Shits about to get hotter than wicks on a candle stick
And even hotter than the lava that these volcanos spit
You’ve been warned
I’m not liable for the damages
Caused to your career
Got hurt?
Go ask your mom for bandages
I bet she packed it in your lunch bag with your sandwiches
Matter fact, I’ll snatch that cuz I’m famishing
From working to be the next Hall of Fame candidate
Got hooks I’m able to catch salmon with
Ima stay hot for years like Pam Anderson
The chosen one like I’m Anakin
But this lack of sleep has got me standing like a mannequin
God damnit, I’m rambling


Where am I going with this?
Man, my minds racing in an oval and shit
Probably cuz it’s dope like smoking a spliff
So be careful when you’re toking this shit
Yo, where am I going with this?
Man, I don’t even fuckin know anymore
Probably cuz Grover’s smoking a spliff
So be careful when you’re toking this shit